Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe, 1809-1849

We’ve already told you who Edgar Allen Poe really was in Ragnarök III- Loki’s Revenge II. He had an Above Top Secret military clearance before there even was such a thing. Those that knew him all attested to the fact that he was neither a drug addict nor a drunk as his enemies later slandered him. One of his earliest works simply titled Poems was financed by his classmates at West Point and includes a page saying “To the U.S. Corps of Cadets this volume is respectfully dedicated.” He was a pioneer in the science of cryptology and deeply influenced Americas greatest cryptologist Wolf Friedman who broke the Japanese Purple Code and arguably won WW II for the allies.

Just like us everything Poe wrote was for a reason. He died in the prime of his life and at the height of his literary prowess after he “was found running down the streets of Baltimore in great distress wearing an unknown man's clothes and muttering the name Reynolds. He never regained coherence and his last words were “Lord help my poor soul.” The medical records have all been lost, including his death certificate...” 13

Those who operate in the stratosphere where Poe played the game, far above the groveling Śūdra and their resentful leering know there is no such thing as reality. It was the first thing one of my mentors taught me. But like with everything else I had to learn the hard way. Everything is fluid, past, present and future. Time itself is nothing but a series of reference points that consciousness, for those who have not mastered chaos, needs to exist.

In wave physics, which is the only real physics, atoms are a make-believe concept for make-believe scientists, as the careers of Erwin Schrödinger, Jon von Neumann and Hugh Everett III attest to, those that ride the wave like the Silver Surfer of comic book fame must be careful to never fall off. Whether it be because you were drugged as Poe and Nietzsche surely were or because you saw too much of the other denizens of the wave, fall off and your consciousness will be ripped to shreds, just as surely as in an Einsteinean singularity in “a process so violent that it is sometimes referred to as spaghettification or the noodle effect by scientists...” 14

The ancestors of Europeans before being gelded by Judeo-Christianity were well aware that the wave itself, which they called Ægir corresponding to Water, had a consciousness and through his union with the Air, which they called Ran, whose very name means to plunder, they begat nine daughters called Wave Maidens, all with individual personalities and names. This is analogous with the Sepher Yetzirah and both religions obviously are derived from the same source; Tengrism.